CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Alejandro couldn’t sleep. Each time he closed his eyes, he imagined Julianna. It was better to stay awake.
Early the next morning, he wandered through his villa, unable to shake his uneasiness and loneliness. Strange, given he was home, free to race, and to do as he pleased.
Boots meowed, sounding sad as if he knew Julianna and her treats were gone.
Gone.
He’d let Julianna go so she could be happy. Now he was miserable.
Alejandro dragged his hand through his hair. He missed her. He’d done everything on his own for so long and been self-reliant, but this past week and a half, he’d been in a partnership. One he didn’t want to end.
Everything in his life—Boots, La Rueca, and his plans for the island—had become centered on Julianna. He cared about her thoughts. He v
